MPitS - Fort Bragg High School

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Fort Bragg High School
2011/2012

Ode to Fireworks

I’ve never written about fireworks
how they produce a loud noise
and they shoot up into the sky
as they go and they don’t look back
the excitement approaching
waiting and waiting until
BOOM!
It cracks and it vanishes

Yamilet Garcia
Grade 9, Fort Bragg High School
Carrie Fishman, Classroom Teacher
Emily Inwood, Poet Teacher

Arms that Wrap

There is a place I visit often
But yet it’s not a place
this place that isn’t a place
is someone’s arms that wrap
around me
There is no place
like this place which isn’t a place.
In this place I feel weak and vulnerable.
But it doesn’t matter because these
arms protect and secure me like no other.

Mayari Aguayo
Grade 9, Fort Bragg High School
Carrie Fishman, Classroom Teacher
Emily Inwood, Poet Teacher

Heartbeat

My mother, love, showed me to have
never-ending feelings
to express myself
step out of my shell
to show the world thought and appreciation
My father, power, showed me control
of those feelings
the difference between positive and negative
strength and weaknesss
It was my brother, pulse, who taught
me the rhythm of love
the rhythm of sound
the rhythm of life
It was my sister, glass, who taught me
trust
belief
caution
for I can be fragile, delicate, soft
The heartbeat of
feeling
compassion
love power
The heart of influence
the puzzle that built me

Jazmin Toscano
Grade 9, Fort Bragg High School
Carrie Fishman, Classroom Teacher
Emily Inwood, Poet Teacher

Mango-related Teachings

My teacher is temptation
the very first time, I saw the
ripest mango on the highest branch
When I was far too small to climb

My teacher is pain
the pain of humiliation
when the pull of my temptation
was outdone by gravity’s arms

My teacher is time
time, who grew me strong
lengthened my tail, let me belong

My teacher is triumph
jubilant delight and satisfaction
When I learned to climb at last
and the juice of the mango when I took
the first bite
flowed down in a waterfall
over the leaves
and down out of sight
to the ground

Yemaya Gray
Grade 9, Fort Bragg High School
Carrie Fishman, Classroom Teacher
Emily Inwood, Poet Teacher

Grim’s Mass of Death

I am the cellular death,
from which there is no cure
People fear my existence
wish I was not part of them
I multiply within them,
only to be stopped by nuclear war
I am a mass of life sucking
they hear my name and scream out in fear
I am cloaked under the seeing eye,
Until my actions become visible
I will attack any region,
and conquer without loss
If you try to bring me to justice,
I will attack other areas stronger
I come in numbers to overwhelm,
I come in strength to resist force
I claim the lives of millions of people,
the ultimate sign of death
I am the Grim’s mass of death

Travis Huff
Grade 9, Fort Bragg High School
Carrie Fishman, Classroom Teacher
Emily Inwood, Poet Teacher

Internet

email
the world wide web
surfing on a firewall
I see the virus attacking
slow down

Travis Huff
Grade 9, Fort Bragg High School
Carrie Fishman, Classroom Teacher
Emily Inwood, Poet Teacher

Night

Gentle
Is the cold breeze
Across the northern sky
Oh, night approaches silently
And swift

Madison Rockowitz
Grade 9, Fort Bragg High School
Carrie Fishman, Classroom Teacher
Emily Inwood, Poet Teacher

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